Six days after Memorial Day Gene and Gayleen Beavers arrived at Comstock, where they lived and ministered for 23 years. Here a dinner was given in their honor. Many served while many others were instructed to simply enjoy the sweet fellowship of the hour. In attendance were those eternally indebted to the selflessness of the couple. Baptisms, births, funerals, tragedy, graduations, ball games, encouragements, challenges, car rides... tolerating small faith, lagging growth, majoring in minors and stubborn hearts... all in the name of Christ's love. And it was genuine.
Erik best summarized the moment as he painted a picture of our coming before God at communion, all of our junk in tow yet received by the face of one who's joy is fully found in our desire to make things right. Who can deny the room filled with the recipients of God's (Gene's) grace?
I suppose we could have taken all the time, effort and money that was used to honor our dear friends and given it to the poor instead. But that wouldn't have made a dent in the poverty stricken citizens of our community compared to the room filled with aroma of the offering poured over the feet (how beautiful indeed) of those who brought the gospel to the same community.
How appropriate that we thank and honor the living. Especially those who have selflessly served us. Let the dead bury the dead. Those who have been given life know better. Lazarus did, do you?
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